Smokin Onion

[Chorus]
Smoking onion, smoke, smoking onion (x8)

[Verse 1]
Smoke the bud, the onion, the weed, the dope
Cause I'm about to flow
And hype you to this hyped up thang
With the kick so hard that it'll make you say dang
*cough* now what you do
You see you cough, from smokin on the truth
Yeah, all day, from sun up till down
Brothas on the mood, wit tha gangsta (?)
Rollin' kinda hard wit the (?) towards the door yeah
They bumpin' dope stuff mane, you know the square-o
The AC, is blowing to the max
While yo homies on yo side fixing to roll up anotha
Fat mac junt that's what you call that stuff
So now you know you gettin' buck
You see like people use to chill out just puffin the dope, yeah
They did no nothin' bout the blow
But now you look and see brothas sucking thru a str8 shoota
Or a TV antenna, like rolla buddha
You just pass me the 1.5 and I'll be str8, from the smoke of tha (?)
And I'll be hyped up roughed up kinda messed up
Drink the 8-ball boy you know it's gettin' bout time
In the big of time with all the gangstas where i'm from
You just gimme the microphone, and then I'mma flow on
Just like a brotha on the cell-o-yo phone
Just spittin' outta pimpin' gang
(?) And you know it's a shame see
It's just the way that I run my mouth
And I can tell you that you know that I'm originally from the south
So what you do, you turn up your radio
While listenin' some moe of this dopsta flow
Thru the mic, and then thru the speakas
Now thru your earhole, you know it gets thicka
You see is really not nothing to brag to one anotha
As a matter of fact, I just made this fo' my brothas
Take care yo business mane, that's what you do all the time
You smokin' on the truth, yeah

[Chorus]
Smoking onion, smoke, smoking onion (x8)

[Verse 2]
Fire up the budga mane, that's right
Cause you know Fly still on the mic
I'm just rappin' thru the speaka once again wit' tha scunion
And you know this song is smokin' onion
Just smoke on the truth, then you drink some wine
Cause you know that is party time
So what you do, you buy a quarta or two
And go kickin' it big time with yo crew
Laughing at anything cause everything's funny
At times it even make yo ass runny
Chokin' smokin' chokin' collectin' but cash
Oooh, a brotha got some hash?
No, that ain't nothing c, it's like some cabbage
As a matter of fact, yo we call it baddage
So move on the way from this mane
Cause hittin' that hash is just a headache fam
See, if that's not the truth, I ain't got nothin to do with it
So now you know that is legit
Because a brotha like the (?) just so real harded
And you know that is time to get this stuff started so
You smoke yo joint, or yo say you do be
But whatever you wanna call it
Just make sure that is the truth to be
And tha (?), now that's the real deal
And then you know that is fo' real
You see the (?) up stuff we don't mess wit that nah
It's better known as the crack
You don't get half yo own supply, anyway
And plus you get more pay
You see is really not nothing to brag to one anotha
As a matter of fact, I just made this fo' my brothas
Take care yo business mane, that's what you do all the time
You smokin' on the truth, yeah

[Chorus]
Smoking onion, smoke, smoking onion (x3)
Smoking onion smoke, now bring the beat back
Smoking onion, smoke, smoking onion (x12